'Only a small number of Planeswalkers will act alone. Planeswalkers are the masters of countless planes. In their own worlds, they have countless territories, wealth, and servants.'
'The card deck that the young man chose for you is a Knight. I have seen your other Cards of Fate. Whether it is' White City Vanguard 'or' Cavalry Readiness', they are more suitable for big situations. I think your class should be a Knight Lord who commands thousands of troops. '
'However, no matter how glorious a kingdom is, it starts from a small piece of land. I will send you to complete the challenge of the King of Knights. You will build your kingdom and glory in a fictional world until you receive the recognition of the gods.'
'And this is the true meaning of the Arena of the Gods.'
After a dazzling light, the strange world disappeared.
The silver-haired Elven girl stood alone in a golden wilderness.
A gentle breeze blew across the plains, and the withered grasses and grasses fell to the ground. But when this scenery stretched across the sky and the earth, it formed a strange landscape.
The sound of the waves swept across the lonely world like the waves of the sea.
The Evil Dragon King Fusia's words were still in her ears, and the wind blew through her ears and hair. Metisha silently looked at this strange land.
The Wilderness of Solitude.
'This escaped world is like a traveler looking at the parallel material world. It is at the end of a corner of the world, like a traveler at the end of the world,' a voice said.
A voice said. Perhaps there should have been no voice, but when the unfamiliar knowledge entered her mind, Medissa understood where she was.
A swordsman wearing clothes with complicated patterns parted the withered grass and came in front of her. He raised his sword, and his silver mask shone under the sunlight.
Metisha was stunned for a moment before she realized that this was a challenge.
She nodded to the unfamiliar swordsman and picked up her spear. The silver shuttle-shaped spear naturally appeared in her hand.
At the same time, the courteous swordsman launched an attack.
It was a very strange swordsmanship.
It was simple and effective, but it was a little too strict and even mechanized. This swordsmanship was different from any swordsmanship she had seen in Wohnde, and it was also different from Brando's swordsmanship she had seen before.
This swordsmanship seemed to follow the strictest rules. Every strike had to be based on the trajectory of the previous strike. It seemed easy to predict, but Metisha soon found that she could not parry it.
This discovery immediately made her sweat on her forehead.
The swordsman suppressed his strength to the same level as her, which was the level of Elemental Activation and Elemental Enlightenment. In other words, the swordsman used his swordsmanship to suppress her.
This knowledge was difficult for Metisha to accept. She was a Silver Elf, one of the best at fighting in the world. And the Silver Elves were not proud of their advantage in absolute strength, but their tireless pursuit of fighting skills.
However, the swordsmanship of the swordsman in front of him … Or rather, it was an unreasonable swordsmanship. It did not consider the opponent's skills at all. It was just one strike after another. However, every strike was accurately calculated down to the millimeter. There was not the slightest mistake in the connection between each strike and the next.
Metisha found that she could not catch any mistakes by the swordsman. On the contrary, she knew that as long as she was careless, she would fall into a situation of no return.
The test of a Planeswalker was so difficult.
The Silver Elf princess regretted it a little. She was even afraid that she would never see Brando again.
But ever since the War of the Holy Saints, the self-confidence and unyielding character that she had accumulated for thousands of years made her calm down quickly. She had seen more dangerous situations before. Even when tens of thousands of troops were coming at her, she had never given up. Naturally, she would do the same at this moment.
A knight, a lord, and a king needed endless self-confidence. This was especially true for those ancient kings who expanded their territories. Without the support of unswerving faith, they would not have been able to leave their names in the history of the Milky Way.
Metisha knew this very well.
When this realization flashed in her mind, she found that she seemed to 'understand' her opponent's swordsmanship. The strange swordsman's lightning-fast swordsmanship left a trace in her vision for the first time.
Like an instinct, the Silver Elf princess seized this opportunity. For the first time in this offensive and defensive battle, she took a step forward. With a shout, the spear in her hand pierced through the swordsman's sword shadows and hit him in the chest.
The swordsman flew out like a bundle of scattered scarecrows.
Only then did Metisha notice that her opponent was actually a construct.
But at this moment, Metisha heard a soft buzzing sound. She knew that something was wrong and quickly retracted her spear. But she was still a step too late. The swordsman was torn apart in the air. Its four limbs, head, and torso were like an exploding clock. Countless strange spherical components flew out from it.
As soon as those spherical components appeared in the air, they split open from the middle. A pair of mechanical wings spread out and turned into metal ornithopters. Metisha just had time to take a step back when the sky full of ornithopters flew towards her. She only had time to use her spear to protect her chest and other vital parts. Then she felt a heat on her arm and thigh. The sharp wings of the ornithopters had left a bloody wound there.
The Silver Elf princess did not have time to treat her wound. She immediately turned around and saw that the ornithopters had flown behind her and formed an attack formation in the air. But how could she make the same mistake twice? She roared, "Come down!"
Metisha's Psionic Elemental Power was fully activated. A pair of transparent light wings hundreds of meters long unfolded behind her. She swept the light wings horizontally and the metal ornithopters in the air fell to the ground like raindrops.
As soon as the ornithopters landed, they folded their wings and turned back into metal spheres. Then, under Metisha's gaze, they moved closer to each other. With a series of creaking sounds, they reformed into the form of the swordsman from before.
Metisha was stunned. She quickly grabbed her spear to prevent the swordsman from launching another attack. But at this time, the swordsman struggled to stand up from the ground and staggered to Metisha. Metisha saw that it had no intention of attacking and could not help but look at the swordsman curiously. She saw the swordsman slowly bend down and then kneel on one knee. He clenched his right fist and placed it on his chest. He lowered his head and placed his chin on his right fist. It was a gesture of allegiance.
Then she 'saw' the swordsman's attributes:
Light Wing Guardian
Eternal Song IX
Light 2, Mana X
[Divine Artifact/Divine Creature]
When the Light Wing Guardian entered the field, there were X level indicators on it.
When the Light Wing Guardian died, every level indicator on it would place a level 15 colorless divine artifact creature derived from ornithopters with the ability to fly into the field.
"At the moment of destruction, the sky is filled with spots of light, as if a saint has descended upon the world —"
It was a very strange feeling, as if she was looking at the essence of the world. But when Metisha wanted to take a closer look at the card, the whole world distorted. A voice spoke in her mind.
"Conquering the land begins with conquering the hearts of the people. No king or ruler will fight alone. The Solitary Wilderness is the end of the world for travelers, but it is also the beginning of another journey — "
The Solitary Wilderness
Eternal Song XIX
[Earth]
The Solitary Wilderness must be tapped into the field.
Tap: Adds 2 points of Light Magic to your Elemental Pool.
Cycle: (Discard this card and draw another card)
"Existing between what is and what is not —"
Medissa was stunned for a moment. She turned around and saw Fuxia's gigantic body beside her. She looked back and saw Fuxia's gigantic body coiled around her.
She saw the two glowing Cards of Fate hovering in front of her.
The Evil Dragon lowered her head and spoke to her: "It seems that you have passed the first test. You have gained your first follower, just like how every king and lord takes their first step. Next, you will have to build your kingdom and world."
"I don't understand," Metisha said loudly: "The Cards of Fate should be a projection of the laws of this world, but how can this dream world produce such projections?"
Fusia's slender face revealed a cold smile.
"Wohnde is also a dream. If the world of mortals cannot be born from it, then everything in the past will be nothing but a bubble. The power of the Planeswalkers to create a world is not different from the power of the Divine Folk and Martha to create the Wohnde. "
"You mean, all of this is imaginary?"
"No, magic power truly exists. The Planeswalkers stole all of this to build their own world. Now that you have the Planeswalker's Flame Seed, the Divine Folk call it 'Divinity'. You can obtain everything you want from this world. "
"I still don't understand, Lady Fusia."
"It's fine. I don't fully understand it either. Perhaps only the Divine Folk of the First Generation can explain the origin of the Arena of the Gods to you. "Alright, we don't have much time left. It's time for you to move on to the next challenge. Your friend is already far ahead of you …" She replied.
"Hipamira?"
"She is an interesting girl. She should not have existed in this era. Your master must be a strange fellow. The laws he knows are very different from ours."
Metisha opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but the scenery in front of her changed again.
… …
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